The rain has came.
Awaken to the petter patter of the rain drops against my window pane.
Stepping outside, the humidity is thick and my brow is dripping by both rain and sweat.
Everything smells clean and sweet.
My spirit feels refreshed and cleansed from the summer's heat.
The night is still and the lights are out.
Carlos Santana's guitar fills the empty room with the sweetest sound.
Memories swim in my mind.
How I remember what it felt to be young and full of hope.
I had once thought there was a monster under my bed.
Yet, from the darkness deep in soul, laid a promise of something grand.
My days are protected from an unknown angel who keeps me safe.
The rain has come.
Now, my sins from the summer will be washed away.
Whispering in my ear is the angel encouraging my steps, filling my days with hope.
One little storm can do so much for a person like myself, a man wrapped as an abandoned beast.
Awaken to the petter patter of the rain drops against my window pane.
Stepping outside, the humidity is thick and my brow is dripping by both rain and sweat.
Everything smells clean and sweet.
My spirit feels refreshed and cleansed from the summer's heat.
The night is still and the lights are out.
Carlos Santana's guitar fills the empty room with the sweetest sound.
Memories swim in my mind.
How I remember what it felt to be young and full of hope.
I had once thought there was a monster under my bed.
Yet, from the darkness deep in soul, laid a promise of something grand.
My days are protected from an unknown angel who keeps me safe.
The rain has come.
Now, my sins from the summer will be washed away.
Whispering in my ear is the angel encouraging my steps, filling my days with hope.
One little storm can do so much for a person like myself, a man wrapped as an abandoned beast.
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liilii:
what beautiful words...your soul is showing...
dvlgrl:
rain is the best, it makes everything better for me...nice words...but there may still be a monster under your bed